The beauty of first love

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Back then, I had just started high school. The second most popular group activity for high school boys after playing basketball was going to the video arcade to watch movies. The only ones I remember are *Imperial Military Prostitutes* and *The Human Body Mystery*, which were probably the first two I watched. Hehe, the next thing I remember is Lanlan from college. After watching the movies, a few of us would always whisper on the way home about things like, "How deep is a woman's vagina?"—topics that would never have a clear answer back then—before we'd go our separate ways and have our own sex lives… Back then, hanging out was all the rage. If you didn't have a "big brother" in your group, you were guaranteed to be bullied. I joined in, but I didn't steal anything or get into fights; I just hung out with these hooligans.

During the summer after my first year of high school, one of the "big brothers" unexpectedly struck it rich (probably only a few hundred yuan) and took a few of us to a roadside brothel… Those who have seen *Blind Shaft* should remember the scene where "Shagen" (Silly Root) solicits prostitutes at the brothel. I think Shagen's acting was very realistic; that's exactly how I felt back then. I followed everyone in, feeling lost and guilty. I was led to a run-down little room with only a broken bed. A very promiscuous "older single woman" quickly stripped herself naked and pulled down my pants… (Please forgive my terrible writing; I really don't want to recall this experience.) "So young, how come you're impotent?" the prostitute asked impatiently, frowning, while manipulating my penis. Her Mandarin was quite difficult to understand. My face turned bright red; I guess all the blood was rushing to my face, leaving no room for my penis.

"Lie down!" she pushed me onto the bed, sat on me, and tried to force my limp penis inside her.
I finally understood the answer to the question, "How deep is a woman's vagina?"

Infinitely deep! Infinitely wide! Perhaps, subconsciously, I demonized this prostitute. If I were to draw a picture of her from memory now, she would definitely be Sister Furong's mother, plus a super big black vagina!

The pubic hair on that vagina could kill someone…

I ejaculated.

The prostitute got up, put on her pants, threw me two tissues, and left. I fucking wanted to cry!

Maybe my first time was a rather unique tragedy. Later, I asked some friends and did a survey: 2 couldn't penetrate the first time, 2 couldn't ejaculate, 5 finished in 3 minutes, and none lasted more than 5 minutes... So I've always thought that sex is a profession that requires a lot of skill and experience.

Hats off to the male actors!

Although my "first time" ended so inexplicably, there were some advantages, namely, I suddenly felt a sense of superiority at school.

"I'm a fucking prostitute! You're all just little kids!" And then, the way I looked at the girls in my class changed... Although I "lost my virginity" quite early, as someone who's been there, I still want to say the old-fashioned advice: all you 90s kids, it's best to hold back in high school. Early sexual exposure is harmful to both parties, and it's almost impossible to have a good experience. University! Only when there are no restrictions and the peaches are ripe in university is the stage for you guys to show your skills!

My first girlfriend.

My high school girlfriend wasn't the school beauty!

I don't understand why so many articles claim to have hooked up with the school beauty. Aside from personal fantasy, it's just self-promotion. A closer look reveals that school beauties aren't easy to get. Let's set aside the fierce competition for now. As a "public figure" in a school, the school beauty faces immense pressure.

On one hand, she's young and has countless suitors, all showering her with attention, seemingly willing to do anything for her. If you were the school beauty, what would you choose? Of course, you wouldn't! Keeping her hanging on gives everyone a chance to show their affection—the most profitable choice!

On the other hand, women are naturally jealous. School beauties are inevitably isolated by their female peers, often subtly. This hostility comes spontaneously from all aspects of the school, and a sensitive school beauty will be wary. Any scandal, any minor disturbance, could damage her reputation. Would she take such a big risk for a "true love" who might be nowhere to be found in three years?

So, let those idiots chase after the school beauty. Besides, from an aesthetic point of view, a teenage girl who's too pretty is considered precocious, which doesn't meet the basic aesthetic requirements for that age group. What we're looking for are the vast number of "silver medalists"!

Lan was a girl in the next class, a clean-cut girl with crescent-shaped eyes that always seemed to be smiling. Once, during a grade-level lecture, we happened to be sitting next to each other. At that time, Walkmans were popular, and Lan was quite generous. Seeing me lounging on my desk listening to my Walkman instead of paying attention to the lesson, she quietly gestured for me to share my head with her.

So, the two of us huddled together on the desk listening to Richie Jen's "Too Softhearted." At that moment, I felt more than just "softhearted"; I felt a kind of itchy, bittersweet feeling. Because from my angle, I could just glimpse inside Lan's t-shirt collar!

That early autumn afternoon, the warm sunlight streamed through the window, making Lan's chest appear a tender yellow, with a thin layer of downy hair along the edge of her slightly concave cleavage. The lace trim on her bra was pink… I believe that my glances at Lan's chest back then weren't lewd. In those days, I wasn't particularly lewd; at least I didn't do anything further (like peeking). I was probably just a little dazed, captivated by the scene before me. Although it was inappropriate, I immediately recalled every scene from that day at the hair salon. "Too soft-hearted" became the background music to this scene, etched in my mind.

I rested my head on my arm, staring almost intently at Lan. Occasionally, she would glance back at me, and I would immediately avert my gaze, avoiding her eyes. My heart was pounding, as if afraid Lan would hear my heartbeat. I kept taking deep breaths to calm myself, but my eyes just wouldn't leave her.

A class period passed quickly, and I realized with dismay that I hadn't even exchanged a single coherent word with her.
"Hey, P, I heard you're really good at drawing. How about you draw something for our class's blackboard to celebrate New Year's Day?" After that, Lan and I became familiar. We'd often bump into each other, exchange greetings, and chat for a bit.

"What? Nobody in your class can draw? You want me to draw?" I should have been very happy at the time; it was the first time I'd been invited by Lan. But for some inexplicable reason, that's what I said.

"Fine, don't draw then!" Lan frowned and turned to leave.

I really wanted to slap myself...

Youth! That inexplicable arrogance and impulsiveness is something I can't even understand now; maybe it was because Lan knew about my talent and became carried away? Maybe it was because of the surprise of being suddenly invited and lost control? Haha, I still laugh when I think about it now.

The next day before evening self-study, I looked at the surprised Lan with a smug expression, covered in chalk dust; I'd worked hard all afternoon, carrying her on my back, and finished a whole page of the blackboard.

"You drew it wrong." Lan chuckled.

"Huh?" I wiped the sweat from my brow, my face covered in chalk dust.

"You drew this for Chinese New Year!"

"That's how Teacher Liu said to draw it! Our class's blackboard bulletin also has this theme..." Their class and ours share the same homeroom teacher.

"I'm the publicity officer! I can't stop you from drawing your class's picture, but we'll have to redraw ours!"

"Oh...you're flattering the wrong person..." Some students in their class started to jeer. Lan and I blushed and didn't dare talk anymore.

"Then...can I draw with you tomorrow?" I asked her as we were leaving the classroom.

"Okay, sure!" Lan smiled.

And then, we began a very typical student romance: walking each other home after school, watching movies, going for drives, passing notes...everything was natural and sweet. This was my first love, and Lan's too.

Speaking of sex, speaking of sex.

My first time with Lan was at my house. It was summer vacation, and my parents were out. I invited her to my place to watch a DVD.
Before that, Lan and I had kissed and hugged many times in small movie theaters, and I thought I could "win her over" today.
I was very well prepared. I borrowed condoms from a friend (at that time, I suspected that the store wouldn't sell them to me), carefully prepared "romantic" music (often exceeding 5 hours, oh my god), and she even took a shower and chewed a whole strip of Wrigley's gum before coming. Hehe.

The two of us watched the DVD, and as we watched, we came to my room. I closed the door, put on some music, pulled her to sit on the edge of the bed, and started kissing her.

Lan even came with makeup on, and as the kissing became more and more intense, she reminded me several times not to let my saliva ruin her makeup... I easily took off her outer clothes, and this girl was actually wearing a lace bra! To me at the time, it was clearly sexy lingerie! I didn't know how to unhook the back! I was so anxious that I scratched my head and circled around her. Lan watched me silently; she must have been very nervous. Later, probably afraid I'd ruin her expensive bra, she reluctantly unhooked it herself. (laughs...) I must have been incredibly lustful then, grabbing her two little white rabbits that popped out of her bra and licking them with relish, like eating ice cream; they tasted slightly salty. Lan's breasts were like peaches, the nipples not very prominent, just small, white, semi-circular protrusions with pointed tips, soft and slightly brownish in color. They didn't show any obvious change in protrusion under my tongue's stimulation, only becoming shiny after being moistened with my saliva.

"Cold!" Lan pulled a blanket over us, covering our naked bodies.

I groped around in the dark under the blanket, licking and pulling down her pants.

Lan's panties were also lace, a set with her bra. I still managed to take off her pants. Lan cooperated, sticking out her little bottom so I could easily pull them down. Blue had very little pubic hair (a little tidbit: pubic hair is directly proportional to eyebrow hair, definitely, unless shaved), fine and wispy, extending down from her fair, plump lower abdomen. I saw a woman's private parts again, more than a year since the last time.

I hadn't seen a girl's genitals under 20 since then. In my memory, they seemed different from those of mature women. Blue's labia were small, slightly parted. At the time, I didn't know the clitoris was hidden deep inside; I could barely see the little pearl. Impatiently, I just fiddled around, searching for the vaginal entrance, finally realizing there wasn't a hole like I'd imagined. Parting her labia revealed pink, tender flesh. I licked it with my tongue; it felt a little sour… Blue wouldn't let me explore any further, pushing my head away: "Dirty." Put on a condom, and go for it!

Blue must have never seen a condom before; she found my behavior strange. When I pulled out my penis, she immediately closed her eyes.
"Monster!" That was Blue's exact words. It was also my first time wearing a condom, and to be honest, it felt very uncomfortable. But without hesitation, I immediately guided my penis towards its destination.

"Ah!" Lan cried out as soon as I reached the entrance, not out of excitement, of course.

"It hurts!"

"It seems like the first time always hurts, right?" I felt a little guilty, because I wasn't a virgin anymore.

"Gently, gently." Lan frowned. I couldn't control the pressure at all, and I didn't even know the exact location of the entrance. I just kept pushing against Lan's vulva.

Lan felt more and more pain and became less cooperative, her legs tightening. She even used her knees to push against my waist, making it impossible for me to exert any force. I panicked and lifted her knees, spreading them apart so that her vulva was completely exposed in front of me. My engorged penis was right under my nose, constantly thrusting left and right, trying to find the entrance.

Finally, my glans went in about half an inch. This was it! I thrust my waist forward sharply, and the glans went in more than halfway! Lan's vagina was almost completely dry, but I kept pushing, my entire penis forcing a small space inside her, relentlessly thrusting deeper. If it weren't for the lubricant from the condom, I suspect Lan would have fainted from the pain.

"I can't...stop it, please!" Lan cried.

To me, Lan's tears seemed like an aphrodisiac, perhaps influenced by pornography, making me believe that women would experience intense pleasure from penetration (I was such an idiot back then). So I completely ignored her, pushing her knees forward. Lan's waist was almost suspended in the air, her vagina receiving my relentless thrusts. My penis pounded vertically inside her like a pile driver, her delicate cervix almost bearing my weight. Lan's legs were trembling from the pain... After about 20 thrusts, I ejaculated. Perhaps it was the accumulated stimulation outside the door, or perhaps simply nervousness, but I suffered a common case of premature ejaculation. After ejaculating, I collapsed onto Lan, my mind blank, only the strength to gasp for breath remaining.

Lan was already sobbing uncontrollably.

Seeing I wasn't moving, she hurriedly and laboriously pushed me away, covering her face with her hands and running to the bathroom. My heart was pounding. I waited for her outside the bathroom door, naked and with my penis dangling.

About ten minutes later, Lan came out, her eyes red, her hair disheveled, head bowed, silent. She looked like she'd been raped.

I immediately hugged her, kissing the tear stains on her face, stroking her shoulders to help her relax.
"It hurts, doesn't it?"

"It hurts so much." Lan sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a blanket, complaining as she looked at me. After a long silence, Lan turned and handed me a crumpled piece of paper. A tissue soaked with our bodily fluids. And there were faint traces of blood.

"Lan, I love you." I kissed her. At that moment, I didn't know what else to say. She cried again, hugging my neck tightly.

"I will love you forever. Let's get married after graduation. Marry me." I whispered these words repeatedly in her ear.

At that moment, it must have been my true feelings.

Writing this makes me feel depressed, and I want to slap myself. This was my first love, and the first time I hurt my lover.

In 2007, I saw Lan again after many years. She was working as a white-collar worker in a major international city. She was very open and even seemed happy to see me again. The more open she was, the more guilty I felt. I felt so guilty that I didn't even dare to ask her if she was married or how she was doing during our brief lunch together. I just talked about my recent work troubles and interesting things I had seen and heard. Lan hadn't changed. She still listened to my rambling with a smile, occasionally chuckling in agreement. Just like when we were by the Yangtze River, except this time she was sitting across from me, not next to me.

Lan and I broke up before I even graduated from high school because of a disagreement about our futures. I was determined to make my mark in another city, while she couldn't bear to leave her parents and her hometown.

Now it seems that Lan went to a city 1200 kilometers away from home and has been working alone for many years; while I have returned to a city an hour's drive from home and am living a muddled life. Is it even possible to tell who is right and who is wrong? Is it even necessary to tell?

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